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Those of us that have grey areas in our sexuality usually have some 
areas that are a very dark grey indeed, sometimes almost black. 
Sometimes these areas both attract and repel us to a great degree. For 
me, one of those areas is emotional blackmail, and the power that can be 
gained from it. I've had a couple of girlfriends say that they would do 
anything if I would just keep seeing them. What could you do with such 
power? How far would you go? How far and how hard would you push them? 
After all, it's consensual, right? Right? Are you the kind of person 
that could use them up, and spit them out when you're done? Do you wish 
you were?

This story contains S&M, D&S, emotional blackmail, watersports, and anal 
and oral sex. It may or may not start a series. I have never gone out 
with a Jen, nor is she based on anyone in particular. Editing and 
proofing have been generously donated by Dainie.

This is a tale for those of legal age and somewhat twisted psyches. If 
these criteria don't fit, please don't read, just move along, move 
along.

Contents packaged by weight, not volume. Some settling may have occured 
during shipment.

Repost only for free, in current format, with current headers. la la la.

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Jen Abused, at three months

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Jen lies at the end of my bed, her small body curled into a fetal 
position.  I have covered her with my Sun-and-Moon throw so only her 
head is showing.  She is staring at me with her brown eyes.  I am 
stretched out, my back against the headboard.  I have a glass of ice 
water in my hand, enjoying the chill as my sweat evaporates into the 
air.  I'm the most relaxed I've been in days.  The bed itself is empty 
except for the two of us, but the floor of my room is covered in a pile 
of leather, wood, latex, rubber and steel objects.  The items at the top 
have been used today.  Others haven't been used in a long time.

"Why do you do this to me?"  Her voice is quiet and hoarse.  No surprise 
there.

I offer her the water, and when she sits up to take it, I lean back.
 
"Because I can, I guess.  Do you mean, 'Why do I enjoy it?', or 'Why 
now, and not before?', or even, 'Why you?'" 

I have my eyes closed as my head is tilted back, but I can see her in my 
mind as she sits up.  Her eyes are puffy from crying, and there are red 
marks covering the front of her body.  Thin red welts from the nylon 
rod, bite marks, slap marks and the small paired squares that show where 
a clothes-pin had been fastened.

"Why me, why now, why not before, why so rough?  Why so goddam rough?  I 
hate you, I really do.  I hate this.  Why didn't you tell me about this 
last year?  That you wanted this?"

I tilt my head back up and open my eyes.  

"You, because I can, because you let me.  Why now?  Because I don't love 
you anymore.  I couldn't do this to someone I love.  You don't abuse 
someone you love like this.  But you, you keep coming back.  I've always 
wanted to really abuse someone, and you keep coming back.  If you don't 
like it, stop coming back.  When you show up, I know I can do whatever I 
want, as much as I want.  Every time you come back again, I can go a 
little farther, push a little harder.  Don't like the deal?  Leave."

"I can't.  You know that!  I love you, David, and you love me, I know 
it.  You'll know it again, too.  And if this is how it has to be until 
then, well, so be it.  But I hate it, and I hate what you're making me 
into."

"Think that all you want, Jen, but I've told you the truth.  As long as 
you're willing to be used, I'm going to use you.  I'll be honest.  I'm 
enjoying this much more than I enjoyed the last year of our 
relationship.  I see no reason to think about going back."

"You make it so tough, sometimes.  One day, I'm not going to show up.  
Then you'll start to see what you've thrown away.  Asshole." 

The last is said with a smile.  She is always trying to be sweet to me, 
no matter how rough and rude I am to her.  What a relationship.

"Ya, I am.  Let's go jump in the shower.  It's late and I need to kick 
you out so I can get some sleep." 

I turn to the side of the bed, and start to get up.  Slowly.  She 
stretches out, also slowly, but I guess she has much better reasons than 
I do.  

"Can I stay the night?" 

"I suppose.  You won't be comfortable, or get much sleep." 

"I don't care, I just want to stay here with you for a few more hours."

I take her by the hand, and we walk toward the bathroom.  As much as I 
profess my lack of love to her, I occasionally find myself doing sweet 
things for her.  Habit, I guess.  I hope.  I need to be careful, I don't 
want to give her false hopes.  That would be the unkindest cut of all, 
and even more abuse than I want to give.

We get to the bathroom and she sits down to take a leak.  She whimpers 
as the cold hard toilet seat hits the welts on her ass.  I lean into the 
shower stall and start the water, waiting for the pipes to warm up.  She 
flushes, stands up, then comes over and leans against my chest, 
shivering a little in the cold.  I put my arms around her and squeeze.  
She almost purrs in my arms.  Another goddam heartwarming moment.  It 
feels really good, though.

After a moment, I push her off me and step into the shower.  She 
follows, and immediately stares straight up into the spray, letting the 
hot water cover her.  I take the soap and gently start washing her body, 
paying special attention to all the marks I had caused.  Knowing what to 
do, she spreads her legs and puts her hands against the shower stall 
wall, giving me access to her entire body.  Not a bad body, either.  Jen 
is a senior at a local college, and just turned twenty-one a couple of 
months ago.  She's only about five three and weighs much less than half 
my weight, one hundred and fifteen pounds to my two seventy five.  On 
the other hand, I'm almost a foot taller than her.  She has short dark 
hair, and an attractive, round face.  Her breasts, which I am busy 
washing and squeezing, are a perfect size for her frame, and under my 
diligence, getting more sensitive every week.  She has a beautiful round 
ass, which I have a very hard time ignoring, much to its detriment.  It 
now has a bunch of marks from my learning how to use a brand new cane 
earlier in the week.  The marks are just fading to a few nice bruises.  
Very squeezable.  

To finish off her cleaning, I slide a finger deep into her pussy and a 
nice soapy one up her ass.  I love feeling her ass clench around my 
finger.  She gives me a nice moan for my efforts.  As much as I enjoy 
touching her, my dick doesn't so much as twitch.  I've used up 
everything in it putting Jen through her paces today.

I leave her leaning there while I quickly wash the rest of the sweat off 
my body, and the residue left from the sex off my dick.  

"Go ahead and stay until the hot water's gone.  I'm gonna be in bed." 

"Yeah...." 

I imagine that the hot water feels good against the abused areas.  Least 
I can do.

Back in my room I crawl into bed.  I reach over and grab the wrist and 
ankle cuffs from the toy pile.  I attach the two ankle cuffs to the 
footboard center tie point, and the two wrist cuffs to one of the 
headboard tie points.  I then turn off the lights, turn on SportsCenter, 
and wait for Jen to run out of hot water.  Eventually she comes out of 
the bathroom, clean and kinda damp.  I have to stare at her in the 
flickering light from the TV.  

"You're beautiful, y'know.  You could find someone much better than me." 

She strikes a pose, poised against the door frame, showing off the lean 
lines of her body.  

"No, I couldn't.  You're it, you sadistic asshole.  God, I'm cold, let 
me under the covers," and she takes three steps then tunnels under the 
covers next to me.

I roll over and give her a big hug.  

"Okay, hands over your head, you know what I'm gonna do." 

"Aww, c'mon, do I have to?" 

"Do it, or leave." 

"Sheesh, can't take a joke," she says, as she stretches her hands over 
head.  

I reach up and put the cuffs around her wrists, making them loose enough 
to make sure her hands won't go to sleep, but not loose enough that she 
can slide them off.  I click the padlocks.  I slide down her body, and 
stop when my face reaches her pussy.  I'm an asshole, but I truly do 
love eating pussy.  As soon as my breath touches her sensitive flesh, 
Jen gives a small moan.  She knows that's gonna happen now, and so does 
her pussy.  Her lips are already thick, and I slide a finger, then two, 
inside her with no resistance.

I start to lick her clit.  Sometimes I tease her, and myself, and eat 
her as if she's a several-course banquette, going from spot to spot, 
sampling everything.  Tonight, though, I'm more goal-oriented.  I want 
to make her cum, fast and hard, so I lick her clit and finger-fuck her 
wet pussy.  She's moaning, and rocking her pelvis under me, and I see 
how far I can reach into her pussy with my two fingers.  When I feel her 
thighs start to tense up, I slide my fingers out of her pussy, and then 
slide them back in, except this time one is sliding up her ass, and the 
other is back in her pussy.  I push them so far inside her that I'm 
grinding the web between my fingers against her flesh.  I'm tickling her 
G-spot with one finger, and exploring the deepest parts of her ass with 
the other.  I slowly slide them both out, until I'm teasing her 
entrances, then I slide them back in just as deep.  She's moaning loudly 
now, and somehow brings both her knees up and apart without using her 
hands, which pulls the flesh around her ass and pussy apart, and I can 
get that even deeper inside her with my fingers.

Suddenly her legs come back down, and lock themselves straight, muscles 
jumping in her thighs.  She stops moaning and starts this high-pitched 
whine.  Her pussy and ass start to squeeze my fingers, and then her 
heels push down against the bed, and her pussy pushes hard against my 
face.  

"Oh god oh god oh god oh god Oh God Oh God Oh God"

Deep inhale.

"Oh GOD I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING 
AHHHHHHHHAAAAAAARRRRGHHHHHH!!! UH! UH! UH!" 

The last moans are followed by her cunt thrusting up and down against my 
face.  Finally, all noise and movement stops and her body is completely 
rigid.  I keep licking her clit. I want to make this as good as 
possible.

Finally her body just relaxes.  Completely.  Deboned.  Destarched.  Out.  
I take the opportunity to cuff her ankles.  I crawl back up to the head 
of the bed, and indeed she appears asleep, breathing deeply, with a 
wonderfully relaxed smile on her face.  I cover her with blankets, then 
I use the remote to turn off the TV, and then curl up to go to sleep, 
making sure that my back is pressed against her side.

*************************

I wake up with the sun as it shines through the bedroom window.  I roll 
over and look at Jen to see how she is.  She's managed to roll over 
somehow, and is sleeping on her stomach.  I look at the welts on her ass 
and thighs.  I think that this is ideal, as I've woken up with my 
typical morning hard-on.  I've also woken up with my typical morning 
viciousness.  I reach over to the night stand, and grab the bottle of 
lube.  After all, I don't want to break anything.  I slick up my cock, 
which is a glorious feeling, and contemplate what I'm going to do with 
it.

When I'm nice and slick and hard, I throw my right leg over her body, 
until I'm straddling her thighs.  Jen twitches as she starts to wake up.  

"Hmmm? Wanna sleep...." 

I grab my cock with my right hand, and put the left on the bed next to 
her arm.  I lower myself down, and slide the head of my cock up and down 
the crack of her ass, giving a lot of attention to her tight opening.  
She's starting to wake up, and pulls on her wrist cuffs.

"Wha?  No, let me go, leave me alone, it's tooo early."

I take this to be a great moment to start sliding my cock up her ass.  
I've been stretching her ass out on a regular basis for the last couple 
of months, so it's a lot easier on her than it had been, but this woke 
her up pretty damn quick.  

"Ugh!  Fuck No! Get off me!  Now!  Goddam it, that hurts!  Owwww!" 

She can't do much to try to dislodge me, other than to try to roll, and 
she does just that, but I have her thighs trapped and she isn't going 
anywhere.  Now that my cock is up inside her and doesn't need to be 
guided, I have a free hand, which I use to push her face down into her 
pillow.  The neighbors might complain about a woman screaming at seven 
in the morning.  My lube-covered fingers are buried in her hair, pushing 
her down while I grab a handful, making her whimper from the new pain.  
I take this opportunity of her relative silence to push my entire cock 
up inside her, with one long slow push, until I can feel my balls 
against her thighs.

I let my full weight come down on top of her.  What a satisfying 
feeling.  A woman tied up and trapped beneath me with my cock buried up 
her ass.

God, she's angry.  And it's such a rush not having to care. 

"You god-damned animal, get the fuck off me!  Now!  I'm not playing this 
stupid game any more!  Owwww!  You cock sucker, I'm going to tear off 
your balls!  God damn son of a bitch!  Get!  Off!   Me!" 

As she is muttering all these things, I slowly slide my cock in and out 
of her ass, and it clenches me like a glove.  Pure heaven.  I can't last 
much longer, I know it.  

I grab her hair again, and pull up and back viciously.  

"Listen to me, cunt, you come here, you're my toy.  I'm going to do 
anything and everything I want to you.  You don't like it, don't come 
back..." 

I take a moment to grind my cock as deep as I can up her ass.  

"You got no vote, no say, nothing.  You're a fucking plaything, and I 
don't care how you feel, bitch." 

She tries to tilt her head enough to bite me.  I push her face back into 
the pillow, and start to fuck her ass hard, like it's a slick wet pussy, 
bouncing all my weight through my cock.  It helps that she's trying to 
buck me off.  I enjoy our one-sided wrestling match as long as I can, 
until the sensations and the sound of her futile anger and pain drive me 
over the edge, and I shoot pulse after pulse of my cum deep up inside 
her.  I feel each pulse of cum travel through my cock, as tightly held 
as my cock is by her ass.

After I cum, I lay back down on top of her, enjoying the afterglow and 
the feeling of being able to detect her pulse with my buried cock.  

"Okay, you're done!  Get the fuck off me and let me go.  Now," Jen says 
through clenched teeth, "I've got to use the bathroom." 

"Hmm, so do I." 

"Then get off and go, you asshole." 

"No, I think I'll just wait a moment, and go here.  What a pleasant 
thought." 

"No fucking way, you sick bastard!  Get off!"   She tries to rock me 
some more.  No luck, I weigh far more than she does, and she's almost 
exhausted.  Finally, my cock softens enough, and I can feel my piss 
start to slide through my cock, and slowly fill her.

"Can you feel that?  Can you feel my piss filling you up?  What a great 
toy, I can do whatever I want, what a fucking rush." 

In fact, it's difficult not to get hard again, and cut off the flow, but 
I so want to finish this.  I want to fill her ass with my cum and my 
piss, no matter what she wants.  She just grits her teeth and moans.  
She stops fighting and accepts.  I start to stroke her hair.

"That's it, take it, take it up your ass, take my piss." 

She just moans and squeezes her eyes shut.  I keep stroking her hair 
until I'm done pissing, and telling her that she's doing exactly what I 
want, and how good she is, over and over again.  Finally, all her 
muscles relax under me, and I see tears forming in her eyes.  I kiss and 
nibble her ears.  

"That was great, that was perfect.  Now, I'm going to leave you here 
while I go shower and shave.  While I'm gone, I want you to be very 
careful that you don't spill a drop.  If you do, I'm going to make you 
suck it out of the sheets, understand?  And if you fight me, I'm going 
to make you spill everything out of your ass, rub your face and hair in 
it, and kick you out of the house like that. Understand?" 

Jen nods, causing her tears to splash on the pillow.  

"Okay, I won't be long."

And I'm not long.  Fifteen minutes, maybe twenty.  I step out of the 
steamy bathroom and look at Jen.  She's still there, no surprise, and 
every muscle is tense.  

"Please let me go.  I've tried to hold it, I've tried to be good." 

She's so submissive now.  I walk over to the bed, and undo her ankle 
cuffs.  

"Spread them, baby.  Spread those thighs for me." 

"Noooo, just let me go to the bathroom, please.  I've got to go soo 
bad." 

"Then let's do this quick.  Spread your thighs for me."
 
Her thighs slowly drift apart and I slide my hand up and cup her pussy.  
It's not just a little wet, it's soaking.  She moans as I clench her 
pussy lips in my fist.  I stare at the inflamed flesh and the scum 
surrounding her asshole.  I move my hand and start to run them over her 
clit.  

"Cum quick, cunt, and don't spill.  Cum quick, or don't cum at all." 

Her hips lift up, giving me an even better view of her abused ass.  What 
a beautiful sight.  Her pussy is so wet it's dripping down my fingers 
onto the sheet.  She grabs the chains attached to her wrist cuffs and 
tries to rip them off the headboard,  she's pulling so hard.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" and she cums, just like that, after all 
of about forty five seconds, and then she cums for about thirty seconds 
more.  For the entire time she cums, I diddle her clit.  I may be mean 
and selfish, but I want to make her cums as awesome as possible.  After 
all, I do put her through hell.

She finally collapses and lets go of the chains.  I walk over to my 
night stand and grab the key.  I undo her cuffs and she pulls her arms 
down to her sides, stretching some muscles for the first time in eight 
hours.  

I whisper into her ear,  "There's a wet mess on the sheet under your 
cunt.  I think it's just pussy juice, but it could be piss, cum, and 
shit.  Either way, I want you to suck on it and get a good taste before 
you go into the bathroom." 

She takes one more deep breath, and says, "Yes, sir," and lets her legs 
slide off the bed.  

Soon she's kneeling next to the bed, with her face in the sheet, sucking 
air through the fabric.  Her hips have that "just fucked" fluidity, and 
keep rocking back and forth.  

"Can I go now, please?" 

"Ya, take a shower, breakfast in twenty minutes."

She gets up, leaning heavily on the mattress.  She stumbles by me on the 
way to the bathroom.  

"You're an asshole, and I hate you, but God, you make me cum." 

She gives me quick kiss on the lips, probably to share whatever she's 
just sucked up.  I don't care, and respond to her kiss.

I watch her cute butt walk into the bathroom.  

I can remember being in love with her.  She's not a bad person, and it's 
hard not to let the emotions come back, especially after something as 
intense and sharing as this morning's little ass-fuck, but I'm not going 
to let it happen.  I spent a year and a half in love with her, and in 
the end it drove me bug-fuck.  I have tried to break up with her but she 
stopped eating and started to stalk me.  If she wants to see me, then 
it's on my terms, and she knows exactly what I mean, cause I showed her 
that first night.  No love, no, not love.  And sometimes I really hate 
myself after she leaves.

I've got no idea where we're going.  We've been like this for three 
months, and I keep getting meaner and meaner, and she keeps coming back, 
and cumming harder.  The original unstated contest was for me to do so 
much to her that she wouldn't come back, and for her to make me love her 
again.  I've got no idea what we're doing now.  Or where we're going.

I think she may be winning.  And losing.

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